Born in Queens and coiffed in gold,
Little Donny wasn’t shy or cold.
Nickels clinked inside his shoe,
Dreams of towers, world askew.
Primed at school – military “brat” –
Said “I’ll be rich and round and fat!”
Drank success from golden taps,
Wrote down wisdom on some maps.
Hotels, casinos, steaks galore,
Bankrupt once, and then some more!
Asked for loans with a wily grin,
“I never lose, I always win.”
On television, he got loud,
Hair like marmalade, oddly proud.
“YOU’RE FIRED!” echoed through the screens –
A billionaire in pinstriped jeans.
Dabbled once in pageant queens,
Crowned some dreams, spilled baked beans.
Miss Universe and glamour flash,
All while swapping wives like cash.
One day decided, “Why not me?
President? Ha! As easy as can be!”
Waved his hands and pursed his lips,
Promised walls and taco dips.
Twitter fingers, ever bold,
Chirping nonsense, purest gold.
Covfefe trended, world in shock,
Meme-makers raced right ‘round the clock.
Summits held on foreign lands,
Handshake battles, awkward stands.
Papers scattered, tweets unleashed,
Lawyers scrambling, justice fleeced.
Pandemics, ballots, trial flair –
Shouting at the autumn air.
“I won, no question, very clear!
This democracy’s quite queer.”
Now Mar-a-Lago’s blushing hue,
Recounts tales that can’t be true.
Golfing, plotting, orange-hued –
Forever rich, and never booed.
by Bakchos
